My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 554 Videotape

"Are you serious?"

Orlinsky put the printed confession paper on the table, eyebrows furrowed.

"Can I smoke?"

Ethan looked at Hosted, and after obtaining the consent of the other party, he lit the cigarette.

He bit his filter and said, "I don't think about other things, I just make judgments based on what I know."

"Don't tell me you have no such doubts."

Orlinski picked up the photo next to it. Lonnie was lying in the snow with a purple bruise on his neck.

Seeing Lonnie's eyes wide open, he also picked up Ethan's cigarette case, lit one for himself, and smoked in small sips.

Usually, I often bite the twisted candy, just to quit smoking.

Now that this kind of thing happened, he didn't care so much.

Horsted also picked up a cigarette and smoked with the two of them.

"The only thing I don't like about this job is that I will encounter these bad things." Orinski rubbed his head and looked at Hosted:
"Go and talk to Lonnie's father tomorrow."

"It's best to persuade him to surrender, so that he will get the lightest punishment."

I don't know what Lonnie's father found out, so he killed his son in despair.

From another point of view, Lonnie must have done something outrageous if he could make his father decide to kill him.

"I see."

Horstead flicked off the ash and fell back on the couch.

Although the other party didn't say it clearly, Horsted knew that Orlinski had identified Lonnie's father as the murderer.

Both colleagues thought so, which also made him clear the thought that he didn't dare to guess.

The next morning, as soon as I walked into the lobby of the police station, I saw a white plastic paint bucket on the reception desk.

In the middle of the paint bucket, there is a photo posted.

This is a donation bucket. Once this thing appears, it means that there is an accident with the police, which usually means death.

The money raised will be donated to the family of the deceased.

No matter how much, it is also a thought.

"Which police station did this happen to?" Ethan put his hand into his pocket and looked at Pratt.

"Please, this is the police officer who was shot in Rosemont." Pratt picked up the donation bucket: "Please take a closer look."

"Also, be generous, OK."

"It turned out to be him." Ethan looked at the familiar golden seven-point badge, shook his head, and pulled his hand out of his pocket:

"Yesterday he was lying on the ground and couldn't see his face clearly."

He took out two hundred dollars, spread it out for a gesture, and stuffed it in along the gap above.

Seeing those two 100s, Pratt nodded with satisfaction.

This kind of fundraising activities will depend on the distance of the relationship. For people who don't know each other, most of them are ten yuan and twenty.

Ethan took out two hundred, which was almost his daily salary.

This handwriting can be regarded as generous.

"Let's go." After donating the money, he strode upstairs.

"Ethan."

As soon as he got to the stairs, Gene flashed from behind and beckoned him to stop: "The investigators have searched the entire garage yesterday."

"They just brought the things over this morning."

"What did you find?" Ethan stopped, and Gene held a few CDs in his hand.

"In addition to some unique items, weapons, and this."

Gene shrugged embarrassingly, and then handed the things in his hands to Ethan:

"Tony Johnston, who was corroded by hydrochloric acid, his lawyer, I think you should talk to that lawyer."

After receiving the disc, Ethan looked at him suspiciously.

"You'll know when you see it."

Gene scratched his head: "I only watched a little bit."

"By the way, a little suggestion, it's best not to watch it with Irene, Sumner and the others."

He winked at Ethan, turned and walked back to the tech room.

Being so mysterious, Ethan suddenly aroused strong curiosity and walked upstairs quickly.

"Antonio, Ruzek."

He called the two people, turned on the computer, and flashed the CD in his hand: "This is what I found in the auto repair shop yesterday."

Not only Antonio and Rusek, but Irene and Sumner also ran over.

Just about to open the plastic box, I remembered what Gene said.

The other party will not be aimless, and there must be a reason for saying that, so we still have to pay attention.

"Cough." Ethan stopped moving:
"Eileen, can you and Sumner get me a cup of coffee?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Irene grabbed the CD impatiently: "Why don't I take it back and watch it myself."

"OK." Ethan didn't force it anymore.

No matter how tragic the murder scene was, I was afraid that a few CDs would fail.

Put it into the CD-ROM drive, find the video file in the computer, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he double-clicked to open it.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I buy Karma~~~"

"clatter."

Ethan hit the space bar forcefully, and the sound from the Bluetooth headset on the table suddenly stopped.

"Feel sorry."

He spread his hands in embarrassment: "It should be someone who gave Gene the wrong thing."

Not only him, but when the video screen appeared, everyone turned their eyes away in unison.

An extremely weird atmosphere quickly spread.

Watching alone is enjoying.

Seeing these in public is punishment.

"What the hell is this, I despise you." Irene flicked her middle finger and was about to return to her seat.

"Wait a minute, this is not right."

Rusek couldn't help but take another look and found some problems: "You continue to play, we know this person."

"Who?" Ethan turned off the sound this time and played the video again.

The camera moved slowly, capturing all the faces of the man lying under the woman, and the picture was frozen again.

"Tony Johnston."

Antonio also recognized the man and said in surprise.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be evidence, but why did Gene show Johnston's sex video to himself.

Ethan scratched his face and continued playing the video.

The camera moves up, the woman's figure is okay, but it can be seen that she is a little older.

The little rabbit is jumping up and down, and the camera is focused on her face, looking very happy, rolling her eyes uncontrollably.

The blond brown hair kept shaking, and the rhythm gradually accelerated.

"clatter."

A small hand stretched out from the side, pressed the space bar, and fixed the woman's face in the middle of the screen.

It seems that at the age of about 40 years old, the charm still exists, revealing the temperament of a mature woman.

"I even buy Karma."

Erin didn't know when, but she came back here again.

She looked at the screen and said in surprise, "This is Johnston's lawyer, Jenny."

"That's right, it's her."

Sumner on the side also looked shocked, and quickly echoed: "You won't guess what she looks like in a law firm. This is really an eye-opener."

Ethan kept his eyes on her as she spoke.

Dressed in a black suit, serious and serious, Sumner's height is one of the best among these people.

The full buttocks draw an astonishing arc.

No one else would have guessed that there was a strong contrast under her rigid appearance.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, she immediately glared over.

"What should we do now?" Ethan smiled, and turned his gaze to Antonio, which was a new clue.

Antonio pondered for a moment, and said to Irene:

"You and Sumner go and bring Jenny back."

"Ethan." He pointed to the Bluetooth headset next to him:

"We need to find out who the person behind the camera is. If you watch all these CDs, maybe you can gain something from their conversation."

"Shet."

Ethan turned his head quickly: "Rusek, come and see."

However, at some point, that guy had quietly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)